dead ends
I don't know this country, I don't know this crime. The well worn rails, the time smoothed stairs. The clock has lost every inkling of keeping a straight face. I slow and stare, and my vision blurs. Every revelation is a dwindling, every limit another world. I spend a little too much time with the flea gnawed gray cat, opening doors that are...
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I don't know this country, I don't know this crime. The well worn rails, the time smoothed stairs. The clock has lost every inkling of keeping a straight face. I slow and stare, and my vision blurs. Every revelation is a dwindling, every limit another world. I spend a little too much time with the flea gnawed gray cat, opening doors that are...
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washed in the blood
I am acquainted with the use of force. I am acquainted with the limits things contain. I know when the bone will break, just how far an arm may bend. I have lingered long past the breakage, the detailed map of tears and bruises. Each ingress leaves me nearer to the point, blood sticking to my skin, its scent at once...
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I am acquainted with the use of force. I am acquainted with the limits things contain. I know when the bone will break, just how far an arm may bend. I have lingered long past the breakage, the detailed map of tears and bruises. Each ingress leaves me nearer to the point, blood sticking to my skin, its scent at once...
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countdown
The world is gone, the world returns. What happened in between, the world only knows. Anything might be true-- even the lists of impossibilities. Even the litany of lies. The facts will hold onto the traces, the devil with the details. I miss out on most of it. No-one tells me anything.
The shelves should give it away. The emptied pockets, the savored books,...
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The world is gone, the world returns. What happened in between, the world only knows. Anything might be true-- even the lists of impossibilities. Even the litany of lies. The facts will hold onto the traces, the devil with the details. I miss out on most of it. No-one tells me anything.
The shelves should give it away. The emptied pockets, the savored books,...
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hammer
I wouldn't know an hour from any other change in the atmosphere. The ice drizzling its secrets over a fevered brow, goose flesh lit with-in the skin. The bridge ended without any resolution but the weight of steel and the distance to the sea. The stars arising high above, as moths take to the trees and the sky loses all its light. The clock...
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I wouldn't know an hour from any other change in the atmosphere. The ice drizzling its secrets over a fevered brow, goose flesh lit with-in the skin. The bridge ended without any resolution but the weight of steel and the distance to the sea. The stars arising high above, as moths take to the trees and the sky loses all its light. The clock...
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latency
It is freedom, though it is the freedom of a man who has fallen somehow into the middle of the ocean. Free to drown as you please. Without mark or measure, you feel the loosened tether, the world open wide. Without a worry or a thought, it will swallow. It is freedom, dark and awful and every wish fulfilled.
The words all drowse, amid...
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It is freedom, though it is the freedom of a man who has fallen somehow into the middle of the ocean. Free to drown as you please. Without mark or measure, you feel the loosened tether, the world open wide. Without a worry or a thought, it will swallow. It is freedom, dark and awful and every wish fulfilled.
The words all drowse, amid...
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land of a thousand dances
I would make a case for calamity, I would fill in every circle, surround every gap. I would argue past the glazed eyes and the sorry circumstance, the fear-fed shivers, the ignorance lit grins. The sweat soaked clothes left piled by the door. It is the evening made longer by the heat, the heart made fonder by this slow drip...
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I would make a case for calamity, I would fill in every circle, surround every gap. I would argue past the glazed eyes and the sorry circumstance, the fear-fed shivers, the ignorance lit grins. The sweat soaked clothes left piled by the door. It is the evening made longer by the heat, the heart made fonder by this slow drip...
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first to second
I stand in the hallway and speak softly. I stand in the doorway and take notes. I sit in the living room, scribbling in the margins. I mark the actions of others, and leave little room to interpret. All the lights that should be on are on while I am there, and I turn out all the other lights on time. It...
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I stand in the hallway and speak softly. I stand in the doorway and take notes. I sit in the living room, scribbling in the margins. I mark the actions of others, and leave little room to interpret. All the lights that should be on are on while I am there, and I turn out all the other lights on time. It...
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one tongue
It is always a little lighter than I would like it-- my eyes never were what they used to be. I am always writing something, filling in the shadows, hedging in the gaps. Light seeps in to flesh and glass, light spills and presses and refracts. We are bound by these excesses, resonant and far too real. We are known by our obstructions,...
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It is always a little lighter than I would like it-- my eyes never were what they used to be. I am always writing something, filling in the shadows, hedging in the gaps. Light seeps in to flesh and glass, light spills and presses and refracts. We are bound by these excesses, resonant and far too real. We are known by our obstructions,...
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the name of the rose
It isn't after-shock, it isn't after-glow-- this settled bet upon you. It isn't the mercy imparted by machines or the glory of that final fall. We wander among the rudiments, the forest stripped clean, all the signs torn down. This ghost will wear you like a fever. Like a dream, it will leave you at the first sign of light....
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It isn't after-shock, it isn't after-glow-- this settled bet upon you. It isn't the mercy imparted by machines or the glory of that final fall. We wander among the rudiments, the forest stripped clean, all the signs torn down. This ghost will wear you like a fever. Like a dream, it will leave you at the first sign of light....
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so bright and lovely
The day begins, bright as any dance, and all of the sudden it is dusk. In between is still a mystery. Some sad avalanche, some measure of happenstance and dust. No-one knows for sure. The world is painted on eggshells, the world expands as smoke. We are stuck dreaming up alibis. We are trapped in wheels of choice and chance.
I...
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The day begins, bright as any dance, and all of the sudden it is dusk. In between is still a mystery. Some sad avalanche, some measure of happenstance and dust. No-one knows for sure. The world is painted on eggshells, the world expands as smoke. We are stuck dreaming up alibis. We are trapped in wheels of choice and chance.
I...
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army of smoke
The cat is gone. Every bag is empty. Something clings to the air, a whisper, a spark. The dark eyes are watching it all in the dark. Where do you suppose the magic is lost? Why would physics even want to remark?
The miracle was rote, taken in tablets. The fall was broken before gravity ever took. The simplicity of a flame...
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The cat is gone. Every bag is empty. Something clings to the air, a whisper, a spark. The dark eyes are watching it all in the dark. Where do you suppose the magic is lost? Why would physics even want to remark?
The miracle was rote, taken in tablets. The fall was broken before gravity ever took. The simplicity of a flame...
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viking:
i dont mind the soppy sentiments now and again 
cold water coming
You arrive scented with smoke and salt, that tingle of midnight walking, that sense of apparition suddenly alive with light. The clock does its walking, the hours stiff and sore. You mingle with the dust and shine, all halo and horn. Nothing works outside of your skin. Nothing is there but this hard lean into the turn of desire.
I am bleeding...
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You arrive scented with smoke and salt, that tingle of midnight walking, that sense of apparition suddenly alive with light. The clock does its walking, the hours stiff and sore. You mingle with the dust and shine, all halo and horn. Nothing works outside of your skin. Nothing is there but this hard lean into the turn of desire.
I am bleeding...
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saiylor:
thank you so much for your comment on my set by the way!
Once again thank you for your words, they touch me a lot. I wish you well.
F.